The high hall was full of joy. The little pavilion smiled and took Meiji away first, while the rest of the people left one after another. Only Sun Yanhong, the Yan family, who replaced the little pavilion, was still with the chief, while Bo Fu was still eating and drinking. The singing and dancing had dispersed, and Yan Hong waved them down to let them go - because he saw the sign of the tall man.
Bo Fu drank the wine in his hand in one sip, then raised his head and said directly: "Young Master Yan? You should be called Mr. Yan, right? Your soul and body are not suitable for your body? Where are the lonely ghosts who occupy the body of the Young Master Yan family?" Yan Hong stood up from the seat, wondering if he should come up to give Bo Fu a knife or turn around and run away - if this guy leaned over Yan Hong had already spent more than a year like this, he had already trained out of cunning, but he was immediately panicked by this strong man saying this day.
At this time, Yan Hong also found that he had lost his composure for a moment, and immediately raised his head and beat him up: "Sir, joking, joking. How can such a strange thing be heard in the world? I have never heard of it or heard of it."
Bo Fu just played with the cup in his hand and looked at the young master with mocking eyes, "What was you before you come? Do I want me to pull out your soul and ask?" Yan Hong on the opposite side had recovered his calmness, and after laughing, he was about to run away.
Bo Fu's arms grew and he grabbed Yan Hong and asked him to sit down next to him. His palm flipped over his head... "But he is called Puxiang... or a college student? Do you know how to make explosives in glass? Can the large steel make? Can the industrial assembly line be established?" Bo Fu murmured these words, and Yan Hong was already sweating profusely.
"I believe it, I believe it! Sir, you are also traveling through time?" Yan Hong, who was originally called Puxiang, had a quick mind and asked immediately. Bo Fu smiled but didn't say anything, but repeated the previous question again. Yan Hong's face collapsed. "I really can't burn glass. I don't know anything except knowing that the raw material of the glass is quartz sand. I only know TNT and nitrified glycerin... As for how to synthesize it, I really don't know." Yan Hong was dejected and muttered, "Otherwise, why would I go to the Jinyiwei Shishizhi..."
"You have at least studied physics in junior high school? You should teach advanced mathematics in colleges too? At least you should be considered a parabolic ballistic approximation of artillery parabolic ballistics? And since you have learned classical mechanics, you should be stressed out to make some mechanical inventions and improvements by yourself? Why do you have to play in the officialdom? Are you from a liberal arts university?" Bo Fu continued to ask questions with great care.
"Yuluozhiya University... I am a college student at Yuluozhiya University!" Yan Hong yelled in a low voice with his eyes closed...
"Are you a college student in the mainland in the future? You Luozhiya University is obviously not from the mainland, right? Oh, I understand. You graduated from the fifth-rate university... Maybe you can still study in the Internet cafe major." Bo Fu immediately understood why this guy didn't know anything. "I'm lucky to meet me hahaha!" Bo Fu laughed, his voice vibrated the tiles on the roof.
His palm suddenly pressed on Yan Hong's Baihui acupoint. Yan Hong felt a huge and cold breath rushing into his brain, and then turned into hot iron. He couldn't even scream, and could only make hoarse clamor from his throat. "The history of technological development - from rock paintings to AI programming. From the Stone Age to the super-large-scale integrated circuit! The history of technological development completed by one person! What is the big steel making? Synthesis of black Sorkin is a bird! A small matter of making atomic bomb!" Bo Fu laughed and forcibly poured countless knowledge into the brain of Yan Hong's time traveler - the world of martial arts has the "initiation method".
When Bo Fu let go of his palm, Yan Hong softened like a pool of mud. Bo Fu popped out a force and hit Yan Hong's acupoint. Under the injection of internal force, Yan Hong woke up and stood up. "You should do it yourself, hahahaha." The strong man smiled and left the lobby. He turned and threw himself into the darkness. Yan Hong's whole body was sore, his mind was in chaos, and he returned to his other courtyard in a daze and fell head-on on the bed. His wife hurriedly served him to rest and did not mention it.
"I remember that kid's wife should be from the Xu family? Forget it, don't think so much! But... it seems that you are not very lucky." Bo Fu stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the sky by the flower bed in the small yard he had just given to him. His eyes penetrated the world and placed it at a point in the endless void. A brand new dominant of the old day was being generated there - although it was a bit strange to put the two words brand new and old day together...
The night passed like this, and the next day Yan's mansion started the trouble - Yan Hong became an idiot... and said inexplicable words. His movements were not coordinated and he was drowsy. It seemed that Bo Fu forced the encyclopedia to give Yan Hong, making his mind unable to adapt for a while. If Yan Hong could not complete the classification in his mind in time, the only consequence would be to become a schizophrenia. But if the classification was completed in time, Yan Hong could become the number one scientist and inventor in the world in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, and perhaps the richest man in the world, and then he could not say that he would be the world's richest man, and then he would be overthrowing all the emperors on earth.
"But dreams are just dreams after all... 50 years in the world, how can there be immortality?" Bo Fu looked at Yan Hong, who was struggling to sort out the materials in his mind and became an idiot on the outside. He said this sentence in his mouth that should be too late to be considered famous all over the world, and praised this guy's luck...
"I just got the golden finger, and then the main horse god opened the golden thigh..." In Bo Fu's sight, the main horse god who was originally exploded by the two old dominators took turns to be exploded, was finally stripped of his world in the greatest despair. Then he began to transform. His original world had been completely polluted by chaos, and turned into a dark coating to completely wrap the pony up. When the coating finally disappeared without a trace, an indescribable thing that was ugly and beautiful and ugly was born.
Its appearance is chaotic, as if it is a horse-shaped creature with limbs, with smooth and potholes, its body is long and thick, with colorful manes but also a wart like a poisonous fire. This indescribable object that looks like a horse raised his head and neighed like a horse, but when it looks carefully, it looks like a long horse on its neck, and the organ under its butt is like a circle. In short, if you want to see clearly what this thing looks like, it is enough to completely make normal creatures crazy. "A new indescribable object, another evil god... and even the name has appeared automatically." Bo Fu, the old king, looked at the strange guy, "The King of Self-Grassing Roots? What a strange name!"
The old dominator just woke up, and its first space movement moved to the orbit of the world where Bo Fu was currently in. Bo Fu knew that the evil god was about to invade this world - "How can you invade this time? It will take at least nine days to reach the right opportunity to escape, so stay there obediently!" Bo Fu sealed the extremely beautiful and ugly indescribable thing in the extremely close and far void like a bug in amber - but Bo Fu was not prepared to change the fate of the world being about to be invaded by the King of Self-Grilled Roots.........
Yan Hong finally woke up before he became a madman... "I will become the king of the world!!!", "Oh no! Young Master Yan is crazy! Call the Imperial Doctor!"
At this time, Bo Fu had turned into a ferocious bird, squatting like a hooligan in the endless void, looking at the huge, beautiful but ugly king of self-contained roots in front of him slowly enveloped his body in that world...